Xiao Xian felt the tree trunk beneath her tremble; she leaped down from the tree and a woman's figure appeared on the peach blossom tree.
"Indeed, there's something strange. Peach blossom tree, are you a demon or a monster?" Xiao Xian circled the peach blossom tree, which was not very old but knew how to absorb Spiritual Energy—there must be a reason behind it.
"Little fairy, do not be angry; I am not any kind of demon, just a wandering soul residing under the peach blossom tree," the voice of the peach blossom tree was clear and melodious, like that of a woman in her twenties.
